Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.